Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Read Free Book Online

Gods had blessed them indeed.
    “I don’t think you should say anything about this to anyone else until I’ve spoken with Ugyen and drawn up the paperwork,” said Sompel.
    The three nodded.
    “We’d intended to spend a few hours wandering around the museum and art gallery, but I think we’ll go straight home to celebrate,” said Goa.

Chapter Three

    After changing out of their ceremonial clothes, they sat at the table drinking coffee and eating tiny, mouth-watering pastries Kiri had left as a gift for them, talking about all the opportunities living outside would bring.
    “Of course, there will some challenges, too,” said Shiloah thoughtfully. “For example, I won’t be able to say I’ve been living here since I was eight years old. Because Chevaunne has just recently arrived, perhaps I could say I’m a friend of hers and that we came here to farm with them. That would work for you, too. Two men will be needed to do the chores, so bringing your brother with you to help us is logical.
    “The Green Ridge folk accept that we’re a tight-knit community, very family-oriented. They think that’s a good thing. As a farming community themselves, they often say they don’t like the modern way of doing things,” she added.
    Shiloah watched as Stan ate the last pastry off the plate. His fingers were sturdy and tanned from hard physical labor, but they held the pastry delicately, just as he’d held her hand with love at their wedding ceremony. And just as he’d touched her nipples last night, she remembered with a lustful shiver.
    Goa was sipping his coffee, the long column of his neck so brown, rising from the opening of his stark white T-shirt. The men often seemed to wear white shirts, and the color looked extremely good on them, providing, as it did, such a contrast to their black hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin.
    Goa’s movements were slow and steady, calm, assured, just as he’d fucked her with such calm assurance last night, building up the need inside her until she burst in a spectacular orgasm.
    Oh my, she was a lucky, lucky woman to have these two men eager to bring her the ultimate in pleasure. Just watching them made her panties dampen with desire. They were so totally yummy. Only twenty-four hours ago, she’d been wondering how she could see them again. Now they were wedded, and she’d been very delightfully bedded. Her muscles were still a bit overused, but that wasn’t going to stop her from using them again. Tonight, she hoped.
    She licked her lips as she watched the men, her heart beating faster than normal as her blood thrummed through her veins, lust clouding her vision. She felt their joint gazes on her, burning her with fiery passion, eating her up, consuming every part of her.
    “Bedtime,” said Goa hoarsely, jumping out of his chair.
    “Yes,” agreed Stan, grabbing their cups and plates and rushing across to dump them in the sink.
    Goa picked Shiloah up in his arms and carried her into her bedroom. Stan moved past them and pulled the blanket down so Goa could lay her on the bed.
    Shiloah surprised herself by suggesting naughtily, “Why don’t you men get undressed first this time?”
    Goa stared at her, his eyes round and surprised. Stan kicked his shoes off and started unbuckling his belt without waiting for further instructions. Goa quickly followed suit. Within a few moments, they were both naked and climbing on the bed.
    Their hands gentled, and their speed slowed as they touched her clothes. Together, they half sat her up to pull her tee over her head. Then Stan kissed her mouth as Goa unsnapped her bra and pulled it down over her arms and off, letting it drop to the bed with her T-shirt.
    Her sandals were next, one man unbuckling each one and letting them fall to the floor. Then their hands ran around her waist, feeling for the fastenings to her skirt. When they didn’t find them, Goa raised her up again while Stan slid behind her, looking at the back of her